We were so young when we met. Only thirteen or so, just kids, but we were so close. Best friends, I guess. I'd ask him all my questions about guys, and ask him how I should approach the ones I liked. And then he'd ask me what to say to all the girls he liked. And then after I started dating some guy, he started getting really distant, like he was jealous. I mean, it's obvious now. I guess he wanted to get revenge or something. Because the next day I saw him kissing some girl behind the bleachers.
We still stayed friends though, and we kind of got over it. It was all teenage hormones anyways. But then it was a few weeks after his sixteenth, and a couple of months after mine, and we were hanging out. And I asked him if he felt the same way as I did about him. I told him I loved him, I mean. And not like how best friends love each other.
He didn't say anything, just stared at me. And then he kissed me, and I guess it went from there. I mean, it was bound to happen eventually, right?
But then we argued, and we fought, we tried to split and stay friends. Nothing worked, it was just too awkward and I couldn't stay near him. One of us would still harbour feelings, the other would rebuff any advances, and it was a mess. And now we're eighteen, and we barely see each other. I've seen him around the halls, his arm slung over some girl's shoulder, kissing another in the park.
I wish we could've stayed friends. Because we were so good as friends, we just clicked. We'd laugh, and give each other advice. But then I guess he caught feelings, and then I did too. Boys and girls just can't be friends sometimes, someone's going to catch feelings. And hearts are bound to break.
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Sing To Me Instead
Short StoryA collection of thirty shorts - my NaNoWriMo project for 2021. All of these are based off of songs that I really love, so give them a listen while you read. There will be angst, awkwardness, and hopefully funny and cute scenes. There will also be...
